Matt D

There is a lot in every post I make that contradicts Mike's most basic premises. It is part of what makes me a valued member of the community.

Yeah, actually this is one where I could kind of get behind Bay directing.

But all of us? There would be some massive heel miscommunication. He'd be up in the Piranisizer and end up pushing the poor bastard into the "Fowler Stench." Or maybe the "Farwell, My Lovely." Then someone would take an errant Monster Rippa to the face.

So ... you put the ball on your head, William Tell?

I DO think I could get Nash to chase me by saying bad things about his hair. That's half the battle right there. And didn't Sin Cara II just get the better of Sheamus in a backstage brouhaha.

Fables is such a weird book. You get the sense a few times that you're veering into new status quo, where they can tell stories for a while, but it never stops for long. In some ways, it's a book that sort of proves how much we'd lose if big 2 comic books moved in real time.

In case you were wondering, I bet Pat Patterson, El Caballero del Estilo Diferente, would be able to <insert verb here> you pretty easily. And we're veering towards towards the worst mad libs ever.

This ends with Mark inexplicably in 619 position.

How many of us would it take to beat up Marty Sugar?

I could take Santino. Goofy guy with the trumpet and cobra and... wait, what's this about a MMA school?

What's the deal with that Rockstar Spud guy again?

Orndorff could beat me up but he'd probably give himself a stinger in the process.

I saw that the other night and had to skip ahead to key moments. I like long random matches twice as much as the next guy. but I just wanted to get to the main event already.

\Yyou and Johnny Sorrow should put on a play for us.

I'm done, and I think I'm going to jot down some thoughts before I think better of it. Maybe I'll edit out this whole thing later. I don't read novels often. I'm fairly pretentious, in my own way, at least as much so as someone who posts on an internet wrestling board might be. I've got my Masters' degrees. I work for my big international agency, even if it's doing work that's nothing to write home about. I look down on all the key things to look down on, religion and high school football and the Kardashians and those who know anything about them. I don't read novels though, not unless I have a damn good reason, and I suppose I saw this as a good reason. I gravitate towards escapism, be it comics or sci fi or fantasy or old mystery or Wodehouse or period yarns or what not. I'm exceptionally good at falling towards the avoidance of conflict and the path of least resistance. I think a lot of the reason I don't read novels is that elements of my life don't always hold up well to scrutiny and things that outright make me think and examine, tend to be ultimately unpleasant. This book, then, was a kick in the crotch, and then a slow back and forth digging of said foot. The lessons learned here are that while going through life, we hide behind self-delusion, can never fully understand ourselves, mainly because we choose not to, and of course, never choose to understand those around us, who are likely doing the same, The narratives we create in our head both in the immediate and the long term are sloppy and facile, that just surviving life isn't enough but were we try to accomplish something higher, we'd just make a mess of it. At least, I think that's it. I read this book and think that if Tony did things differently over the years, nothing good would have come to it because the inherent nature of life, as this book puts forth, would still be true. I actually think, where things are at the end, aren't the real truth. He STILL doesn't get it and he still probably never will. There are three or four layers left to peel back and maybe having the diary would help and maybe not. Veronica could tell him her story and that'd be full of her own misunderstandings and untrustworthy narratives and coping devices that any sort of real truth would simply be unattainable. It literally could not exist and if it somehow could, it wouldn't matter, because it would be so far away from the perceptions that had shaped her life. Maybe that's just me being overly sympathetic to Tony, too. Maybe the problem isn't every person but is mainly him and those like him. Maybe that's because I relate on some level. I think, ultimately, though, we're all untrustworthy narrators in our own life and an effort is all we can make, and it's never going to be a truly honest one. I believe in the power of intention but accept that at the end of the day actions are what matter. The book seems to have a mentality of "do as little harm as possible" while fully admitting that you're probably going to do harm through action and inaction and through removing yourself from a situation entirely. As for the book itself, it was well written. It taps into a lot of very normal and everyday emotions and activities and makes them visceral. I think that there's a lot of underlying churning in life that we cover up with the minutia of the moment and overwhelm with the long expanse of years. I'm not entirely sure, even after reading the book, that any real good can be done by digging into that. I probably enjoyed part one the best, though there's a wrongness to that, as the little bits of adolescent wit and warmth to be found in the recollections were all proven to be so empty by the end of the book. You're supposed to enjoy it and then pay for it later. I found it funny, and telling, how they knocked autobiographical literature in a section that was basically just that, but there were a ton of little such touches throughout. I found the end of part 1 to be jarring, with the time jump and how matter-of-fact it was of unsettling contrast to the detail of what came before. Part 2 was all about the anticipation of answers. The end was unsatisfying, but it wasn't supposed to be. It's a rabbit hole, and you're about far enough down it that climbing back up seems like a fairly good idea. I think, maybe, the luckiest thing that could have happened to Tony in all of this is that he never got that diary. Maybe for the readers as well. It reminded me a bit of the last book I read for the club, All the Names by Jose Saramago. since that too was about the near-obsessed search for the truth and story of a life. It was as impersonal as this book was personal though, but it was very much in the main character's head a well. That one stung a bit less. It raised the mundane to the mythical, while this yanked our own personal mythos into the mundane.

God dammit Steve. You just spoke with Eric Bischoff for 35 minutes about Beer, Hunting, and Flight 315. No, I will not use Legalzoom.

No, they should have introduced him in the battle royal, with all of his people on the outside crowdsurfing him back in when he got eliminated.

I don't think Littlefinger necessarily had a particular plan in mind so much as he wanted to keep getting people to fuck themselves over any way he could. Remember the "chaos is a ladder" speech from last season. He could be reasonably assured of a few things when he started--that Ned Stark would be the new Hand, that he would try to play the game in King's Landing the way he plays it in the North and get himself killed, and that since everyone already expected the Lannisters to scheme, Robert would eventually drink himself to death in one way or another and things would go absolutely bonkers. He couldn't have anticipated the War of Five Kings, but he didn't really need to. All he needed to do was to start the shit rolling downhill and be ready to throw in the occasional new wrinkle from within his own influence to keep the most powerful people in Westeros busy destroying themselves while he consolidates his own power. By the time he and Sansa reach the Eyrie, he probably DOES have a specific plan in mind, but I think his long game was "wreck things behind the scenes until a path emerges, then be ready to seize it." The entire point to Littlefinger is that he's an opportunist with a bunch of really petty first world problems and also generally full of shit relative to someone like the Spider who REALLY suffered to get where he is. Just picture Edge. He kind of did come from nothing though. His father was the smallest of the small lords of the smallest island of the fingers. He is now the Lord of Harrenhall, Lord Protector of The Vale, and rich as a bitch. He wanted to marry Catelyn, but her father basically said, "Fuck Off!, peasant." He really made himself one of the most powerful men in Westeros, after almost getting killed for overstepping his place in life. I'm not saying he doesn't have a point (everyone in the show has a point), but it's a hell of a lot less of a point that lots of peasants.

I am pretty sure their was a Diva's match scheduled because I seem to remember them tweeting out something before the show (of course I am way too lazy to look) hyping a match. It seemed like the show was running way long and they had to cut something and they couldn't cut Adam Rose since they had promoted it so much. ( Well they could have cut Adam Rose and it would have made me laugh and laugh and laugh but yeah. I think Paige beat Alicia Fox on Superstars, which makes me think that it was part of the planning maybe? Didn't they delay and delay on the Brodus Clay debut? Or was that part of the build up to the dancing surprise?

I was able to get this online through my library on a two week loan right to my tablet, so that's pretty cool. About 30% in from this morning.

I don't think Littlefinger necessarily had a particular plan in mind so much as he wanted to keep getting people to fuck themselves over any way he could. Remember the "chaos is a ladder" speech from last season. He could be reasonably assured of a few things when he started--that Ned Stark would be the new Hand, that he would try to play the game in King's Landing the way he plays it in the North and get himself killed, and that since everyone already expected the Lannisters to scheme, Robert would eventually drink himself to death in one way or another and things would go absolutely bonkers. He couldn't have anticipated the War of Five Kings, but he didn't really need to. All he needed to do was to start the shit rolling downhill and be ready to throw in the occasional new wrinkle from within his own influence to keep the most powerful people in Westeros busy destroying themselves while he consolidates his own power. By the time he and Sansa reach the Eyrie, he probably DOES have a specific plan in mind, but I think his long game was "wreck things behind the scenes until a path emerges, then be ready to seize it." The entire point to Littlefinger is that he's an opportunist with a bunch of really petty first world problems and also generally full of shit relative to someone like the Spider who REALLY suffered to get where he is. Just picture Edge.

There's this MSG show on youtube where Slaughter bumps like crazy for Andre from 81 or so. Also, I saw the first half of a pretty good HTM vs Tito match from 89. There was some promise of Heenan playing the guitar the next week. I really like hearing Tony S paired with Lord Alfred. From what I saw, Bryan vs ADR was pretty good too. I love how much character Del Rio has in his matches. The pissed off Si Si Si before the cross armbreaker attempt was great.

Long resthold heat segments are fine so long as Ambrose and his goofy facial expressions are in the Orton chinlock.

I would have to do it on my phone and anyway my rushed (pun!) Segunda Caida post today was half about how I did not understand CMLL's revenue sources, so i am not yet ready.